"She still has consciousness," Xu Yang said.
"If this counts as being dead, then you're a necrophiliac pervert," Farosa shook her head, "If this counts as being alive, then you're dabbling in necromancy. Either way, you'd be burned at the stake in my place."
Farosa's tone had already revealed her thoughts: she was absolutely unwilling to share a room with such a thing.
"Her will to survive is as strong as ours," Xu Yang tried to make Farosa understand the concept.
He had always respected those who cherished life.
"If the witches of this era are all like this, I really have no desire to communicate," Farosa's attitude became extremely cold; she turned her head away, preferring to stare at the chunks of rat corpses on the filthy streets than to say another word.
